100 : Celine's Advice

VERENA

“Let grandpa carry you, big wolf,” Dad says with a smile, his voice thick with happiness and relief. Ezra’s face breaks into a wide grin as he scrambles towards his grandpa. He flings his arms around Dad’s neck, burying his face in his shoulder.

Dad chuckles, carefully adjusting his hold to support Ezra’s small frame. He tilts forward slightly, ensuring Ezra won’t slip. Ezra giggles, his tiny legs wrapping securely around Dad’s waist.

“Just like old times,” Dad chirps.

I feel happy seeing them like this. Ezra is exhausted too, but he is his old cheerful self. My boy is strong. I look at Elijah. No, he’s our boy.

“So, should I give you a piggy-back ride too?” Elijah asks, his voice playful. “Or should I let Rolf carry you?”

I narrow my eyes. “I don’t want you half-naked inside the house.” I reply, imagining him in nothing but his boxers when he shifts back, his ripped muscles and abs on display.

“This is not the time for your imagination to run free.” Elijah taunts with a smirk